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...what's the big trial of national significance going on in San Francisco? Patty Hearst, right? Guess again. While reporters from across the nation swarm all over the heiress's family, friends, lawyers and psychiatrists, five black and Latino men sit chained and padlocked to their chairs in the Marin County Courthouse just 15 miles away . . . They have become known as the San Quentin...
After studying for two years at the Infantry Academy in Zaragoza, the Prince was sent for a year each to the Naval School at Marin and the Air Academy at San Javier. Armed with commissions in all three services, Juan Carlos began his civilian education at the University of Madrid in 1960. Lest he be tempted by what his father called "the tra-la-la of Madrid," however, he was cloistered once again, this time 30 miles from the capital, with a retinue of chaperons that included two dukes, three colonels and a personal chaplain...
Late last spring, a man named Cristo--the one who stretched an orange curtain across a canyon (pictured in Life) and wrapped up the Contemporary Art Museum in Chicago like a birthday present--revealed plans to stretch a long wall-like fence across the Marin Country peninsula, north of San Francisco. He ran into a lot of problems in his attempted ramble from Susuin Bay to the Ocean--not the least of which was that his route included a national seashore. The project fizzled, and all that remains are his plans. These are being presented, until October...
Nature Poet. This meant that his sense of sharing a project with others, crucial to any experimenter, had to be found at home. The only audience was other artists-the group around the "291" Gallery, including John Marin and Marsden Hartley, presided over by Photographer Alfred Stieglitz, who was, in Sherwood Anderson's words, "father to so many puzzled, wistful children of the arts in the big, noisy, growing and groping America." Like other "291" artists, Dove was a nature poet: he never contemplated going to the extreme of "pure" abstraction. "I can claim no background," he once reflected...
...just beginning to lift from the ocean when we went to Point Lobos. In the sun, it looked like baskets of cotton tumbling over; a light golden haze, mixed with the green and brown of Marin heights across the channel. Ray and I climbed down on the deep-scarred rocks and went into a small cave hidden between a deep cut in the rocks. We could hear the small waves smack crisply outside, but inside the small grotto our voices were dull and hollow. Ray began talking about school...